The reader who wishes to pursue the subject further may consult Warburton's elaborate vindication of Pope's argument, and Elwin's equally prosy refutation, or better still the admirable summary by Leslie Stephen in the chapter on this poem in his life of Pope ( English Men of Letters ).
— from The Rape of the Lock and Other Poems by Alexander Pope

Custard Coffee (7) Water-cress Pot Roast of Beef Stewed Tomatoes Lima Beans Cucumber Salad One Slice of Toast (no butter) Stewed Apricots Coffee
— from Mrs. Wilson's Cook Book Numerous New Recipes Based on Present Economic Conditions by Mary A. Wilson

Man had come upon the desert and had gone, leaving only a line of telegraph-poles with their glistening wires, two gleaming parallel rails of burning steel to mark his passing.
— from Under Handicap A Novel by Jackson Gregory

] when I again put on my travelling coat to help in Berlioz' concert at Gotha, which took place the day before yesterday—and the whole day yesterday was spent in rehearsals of "Cellini;" followed by a Court concert in the evening (in honor of H.R.H. the Prince Regent of Baden); so that this morning is the first leisure moment I have had to take up my pen again and my position…at my writing-table.
— from Letters of Franz Liszt -- Volume 1 from Paris to Rome: Years of Travel as a Virtuoso by Franz Liszt

No matter whether their finger nails and manners are polished and they entertain prospective buyers in luxurious display rooms, or, whether they walk in tenement house districts from door to door, ready to buy anything and everything, {12} or whether they wait for customers in their stuffy shops on Park Row or Baxter Street; they all possess the hope that some day they will make the find, and buy for a song something they will be able to sell for a large amount.
— from Adventures in American Bookshops, Antique Stores and Auction Rooms by Guido Bruno

And now comes the public recognition on both sides the Atlantic, though in different form.
— from The Story of the Atlantic Telegraph by Henry M. (Henry Martyn) Field

To sit on some high hill and look down on Bath, sun-flushed or half veiled in mist; to lounge on Camden Crescent, or climb Sion Hill, or take my ease with the water-drinkers in the spacious, comfortable Pump Room; or, better still, to rest at noon in the ancient abbey—all this was pleasure pure and simple, a quiet drifting back until I found myself younger by five years than I had taken myself to be.
— from Afoot in England by W. H. (William Henry) Hudson